GODFORSAKEN BELT
Purple Hyacinth | Chapter 103
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This chapter contains explicit content that may not be suitable for minors— but I know you'd read it anyway and ignore this warning, lmao.
Just for everyone's information, the author doesn't know what the fuck she's doing and was laughing hysterically while writing every sentence of this thousands of words of filth.
You might cringe— but that's on you for reading this, you might want to go back to the past so you could have never read this shit— but that's on you for ignoring this warning.
Don't hold me accountable later because you read this on your own accord. Your media consumption is on you. Also, if you know me in real life, get the fuck out of here.
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Kim Dokja bit his lip in anxiousness at her lack of response. She was just standing there, looking at him as if thinking deeply. He couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be going on in her mind.
Had he been too bold? He asked himself, he admits that even he himself was shocked at the words that came out of his mouth.
You noticed his troubled expression and suppressed a chuckle from slipping out. He turned his gaze back to you when he felt your soft palm on his cheek, "Sorry, I was thinking about how bold that statement was."
He takes your hand, you could've sworn that you saw him pout before placing a kiss on your knuckles, "I know you want it too. ." he muttered in a low voice, barely above a whisper, but you still heard it.
You laughed lightly at the accurate remark, "Oh, most definitely." You take your hand from his grip, using it to raise his chin up as you leaned down and press your lips on his.
Kim Dokja parted his lips slightly, giving you access inside his mouth, and your tongue dives right in. He ignored the loud banging on his chest and the heat that has been creeping up to his face, he thought that he would've been less flustered since you've shared a lot of passionate kisses already but every time he feels like it was the first and always ends up with an abnormally red face.
His face was worst than a drunk man who just finished an entire case of alcohol and was about to pass out. He sometimes wished he was blessed with unexpressive features like you, but then thought that it was actually good that he could express his feelings clearly.
You felt a firm grip on your shoulder, and the both of you pulls back. Kim Dokja exhales softly, looking up at you he couldn't help but mutter, "I love you."
He wanted to say those words as much as he can, because maybe, just maybe, something would go wrong and he would no longer be able to say it. . . or you wouldn't be able to say it back.
He dreaded for that to happen. But the future is unpredictable, and full of endless possibilities.
You smiled, caressing his cheek and whispered, "I know."
"Hey!" he called out with a sullen expression, you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at his reaction.
You kissed the tip of his nose, "I love you too."
Kim Dokja looks away for a moment, you tsked, gently maneuvering his head to bring his attention back to you, "You never listen. You shouldn't avoid eye contact while having a conversation."
"It's not my fault that you can make me this flustered. Did you put a spell on me?" He cringed at his choice of words.
"I did nothing of the sort. I believe you fell because you wanted to. . . that's what happened to me. It was never my intention to fall in love with you, but I'm glad that I did."
He stopped himself from looking away, because you wouldn't like that. He knew about your attachment issues, and is aware that you don't do serious relationships before, but you're not that person anymore, and it was because of him. He scolded his heart for not staying still.
"But are you sure you don't have rabies?" You suddenly blurted. He blinked slowly and deadpan, why would you bring that up again?
". . .Fuck you."
You laughed aloud at him cussing, he rarely does that, and you like it when he does because it sounds hot to you. Well, maybe you'd hear them slip out his mouth later.
You smiled teasingly, "Yes, yes, we're getting there."
His mouth opens and closes, like he was imitating a fish, "Wha—" he was too taken aback by your statement to form any coherent words.
And you didn't give him the chance to say anything as you find his mouth again, shutting your eyes closed, it was still a soft kiss. He cupped your face, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, his other hand was behind your neck.
He was leaning back as he tries to keep up with the movements of your tongue and nearly yelped as his back hits the cloud-like mattress, he was holding onto you, which caused you to fall down as well, now straddling his midriff, the kiss abruptly ended because of the action.
"This position feels familiar." You said, looking down at him with a smirk, you moved your hips down, and accidentally ground on his hard-on.
"Mmph!" Kim Dokja's hand flew to his mouth, he wasn't really thinking straight when he asked you earlier to do it, he just blurted it out and forgot that you two are in different circumstance now.
The tent was not soundproof, and your group is sleeping on the other tent just beside yours.
"Give me a warning firs— ahh. ." You rolled your hips against his again, experimentally.
"Sorry, what was that? All I heard was a sweet fucking moan." He audibly gulped, hearing your words, with your voice that seemed to have dropped an octave lower.
"The others are just besid—hah...mm..!" he flushed, having moaned a little louder than he would have liked.
"I didn't catch that." You sighed, looking down at him and asked in a serious tone, "Do you think I have selective hearing?"
You hold back a laugh, seeing him glare at you, "You are such a tease."
You leaned down so that your face were merely inches away from his, you spoke, "Mm, that's 'cause you're such a cutie."
He gently pulls you closer by the back of your neck and crashed his lips on yours. You ran your fingers through his hair as he hummed against your lips, you were moving your hips while doing so.
"Hngh..." he groaned as your kisses started to trail down from his chin to his neck. Your left hand was on the side of his head, supporting your weight, while the other one was down, working his belt buckle out of the loop- or should I say, your belt, since that thing belongs to you, along with the long black robe that covers his body.
"Hah...mgh...f-fuck..." You sucked hickeys into his neck, he could not keep quiet even if he tries, and he tried. He just prayed that the people in the other tent would remain asleep... especially the children.
Once you've successfully unbuckled the belt, you rolled it in your palm. You pulled away from him, chuckling as he looks up at you in confusion.
You slowly got off him and stepped out of the bed, "Take your clothes off." You muttered, taking a pill on the table beside the bed.
